A year without alcohol makes one a cheap date. Maybe we weren’t quite this bad, but it sure seemed like it. Okay, we probably were. Meanwhile, the Platoon Sergeant and Lieutenant can only stare on in slack-jawed horror at the destruction wrought by a single case of Killian’s Irish Red. Our first night back and the local “PX” branch stores were completely denuded of beer of any sort. It was like a plague of locusts had struck.